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The Good Book tells the warning fable Of those who built a tower called Babel Their aim was clear, to reach the sky And know the realms where birds do fly. To stop this pride the Lord untaught The gift of speech that he had brought And so the project then was stopped Dismantled were the tower’s great props. But no, our age is truly wise Such fate be spared our enterprise We clearly know what is at stake To hatch our plan, ’tis time we’ll take. And so we came on this great thought With care big drills to bear we brought And struck a spike into the ground Till with the earth 'twas truly bound. Up in the air we then made soar The pointed stake with tip of ore Pierce the sky, transfix the clouds And doubtless so impress the crowds. But now a voice within us sounds A word of warning in our ear Of clocks in docks and turnarounds And things that didn't last a year. Speechless there we now do stand Well what a sight, it’s really grand And grateful sure to see this live. But just how long will it survive?
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